There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he
turns out to be
someone who'll wax my kili-kili
After nearly ten years of marriage plus three years of friendship, I've found out that Jeroen is the solution to my armpit hair.
Boy, can he wax good. I found out after Veet sent me boxes of wax strips. It takes Jeroen like five minutes. He has no mercy. He slaps the wax strip on my armpit, pats it while I try not to die from giggling, and pulls it with when I'm not even ready.
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This reminds me of how we fell in love.
Some of you may be following the show "How I Met Your Mother." I have never seen the episode but thinking of watching at some point.
Jeroen and I had been hanging out as friends (read: barkada) for months with a third wheel called Lucas Levigne, who is now back in Maastricht, the Netherlands.
One day Jeroen and I were in the back of the van without Lucas, when Jeroen got gigil, pinned me down and started tickling me.
Take note that Jeroen is six feet tall, while I was 95-lbs. at 5'2".
Weak and defenseless while getting tickled to death, I did what I had to do. I took a cue from my brother and decided to spit on Jeroen's face.
This shocked him and made him laugh uncontrollably. He also stopped tickling me.
And that was the day he said he knew I was the one.
Thirteen years later, I am a happy camper and my armpits are as smooth as a baby's behind.
(Too bad I have batwings for triceps, so I can never go sleeveless.)
I hope that he
turns out to be
someone who'll wax my kili-kili
After nearly ten years of marriage plus three years of friendship, I've found out that Jeroen is the solution to my armpit hair.
Boy, can he wax good. I found out after Veet sent me boxes of wax strips. It takes Jeroen like five minutes. He has no mercy. He slaps the wax strip on my armpit, pats it while I try not to die from giggling, and pulls it with when I'm not even ready.
This reminds me of how we fell in love.
Some of you may be following the show "How I Met Your Mother." I have never seen the episode but thinking of watching at some point.
Jeroen and I had been hanging out as friends (read: barkada) for months with a third wheel called Lucas Levigne, who is now back in Maastricht, the Netherlands.
One day Jeroen and I were in the back of the van without Lucas, when Jeroen got gigil, pinned me down and started tickling me.
Take note that Jeroen is six feet tall, while I was 95-lbs. at 5'2".
Weak and defenseless while getting tickled to death, I did what I had to do. I took a cue from my brother and decided to spit on Jeroen's face.
This shocked him and made him laugh uncontrollably. He also stopped tickling me.
And that was the day he said he knew I was the one.
Thirteen years later, I am a happy camper and my armpits are as smooth as a baby's behind.
(Too bad I have batwings for triceps, so I can never go sleeveless.)